User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20120327184842/@comment-25220117-20121022182058

''They soon appear in a pine grove bathed in dieing evening light, the sunset like a bloody gash across the sky lowering slowly into the night's starry embrace. Slikrayg threw his shield and mace down in a heap against one of the trees, craning his neck to watch one of the great pines, like giants brushing against the sky, ignorant of the others continuing on past him. He had caught movement in that tree, and he was hungry. Slaying and eating a bird shouldn't be too much to ask for, as long as he was quick''